The alarm went off, I was tired this morning. Just like last night. Thank god for winter break, I didn’t want to deal with everyone. The work isn’t boring, too. “I’ll check my phone, like every day.” A few new messages, will I bother reading them? No. I look over to the gifts I’d gotten from Christmas, “thank god it wasn’t just socks.” I’d seen the memes. It’s time to get ready, I guess. I take the seat and sit down. “Meanwhile, I’ll start conspiring about dylan O’Brien’s latest movie.” It’s time for the eyebrows, and you pray to god you don’t look like someone hit your face with a brick and it stained somehow, because I’d seen enough of that. It’s been a little while, and I’m done now. It’s time to reward myself, by lying down. (I’m very tired.) “phone time.” I grab my phone and watch the latest YouTube trash vidéos, that you don’t know why you’re watching but it’s somewhat addicting. In the meantime you decide that you’re going to finally go outside, maybe just to Tesco, who knows? “It’s time.” You say to yourself, and get an outfit out of your dresser. (This is where you imagine because for some reason in fanfiction when they’re going to tesco they go out dressed like kim kardashian’s Met Gala outfit, but I suppose if you’re going to meet the love of your life...) I hit the road, and now im outside. Walking. (To wherever you want but you are going to be going to the shop soon enough.) i brought bags with me incase i need to carry something. ‘Beep’ notification. It’s your sibling, asking to get something. “Aight.” I’ll go to the shop. The automatic doors slide open and you walk right in. “I have to find this... thing.” Whatever they asked, because siblings are a strange breed. After searching i hear a voice saying what they asked, and well, it’s the best opportunity so far. I turned the aisle, expecting to find something to help me get out of here. Instead, i see someone who looks mad beautiful. I do my best ***fancy walk**** in attempts to blow out the crowds. Didn’t work they just asked if I wanted what they we’re looking at. Although, conversation is conversation. I decide to start asking them about the product. Not realising that sounds extremely dumb. You can’t just ask someone what’s they think of a product. I get a weird stare, and then a nonchalant answer. Be frank. Be honest. Just say it. “Look,” you continue, “You are like a carbon copy of dylan obrien.” He stares at you. Blank staring. He’s no too popular, so I get it. “Sorry, you probably don’t know him.” He cut s you off. “Yeah I hear that a lot.” He must unto be tired of hearing that. No problem (hopefully.) “So.. what is your name?” I ask. “Dylan O’Brien.” Moment of realisation kicks in.. 3...2...1.. “WHAT.” I better not make a fool of myself. Be responsible, act smart. Mature... “I love you, like I have a gallery of you. You’re beautiful, amazing how am i breathing the same air as you?? Is John quinoñas going to come out now? IS THIS WHAT WOULD YOU DO?” He smiles, and hands you the thing you asked for. I made a complete fool of myself. I’m just gonna head out. 

I returned home, half suffocation, half embarrassed. I gave the item to my sibling. “Good night, I’m deleting myself.” Looks at the clock 18:55. “Wait.” They say, “don’t give me some random number, this is yours.” Holy... “Dylan O’Brien..?” I mumble. “What was that?” “Nothing,” I run up to my room, grab my phone and dear god, I put that number on dial in an instant. Answer. Answer. HE ANSWERED. “Dylan O’Brien ;)” (sound suave, cool...) “yup.” “Hi, I love you, bye.” Hangs up. Dear god, I did it again. I flunked my head into the pillow. I’m going to delete myself. A few minutes pass, you get a call. “DYLAN.” You answer and he tells you not to talk but to listen. (Since I’m not bothered to make a conversation just imagine it.) 

its a few months later, and you’ve gotten to know dylan obrien now. you’re best buds. Or, well you thought you were. He calls you over one day and well.... confesses to you. HIS FEELINGS. HIS ACTUAL FEELINGS, an automatic yes. he tells you to mull it over the next few days as he wants you to be sure. I wen the home feeling happy. Although, that feeling would be crushed soon enough. My family came in, to tell me about... the “news”. We’re moving. To Chicago (CHICAGOOO) 

Devastatedk heartbroken. I decided to text him, and in a state of feelings clouding my judgement I broke everything’s off with him. He seemed devastated but I knew it was for the best. 

A few weeks later, we moved and everyday felt like it’d been a month. I felt empty, and i missed him. I’d made new friends, and it clicked but I still had a void where he should be. He’d tried to contact me, but I ignored his attempts. 

Until, that day.

i was going to work one day, like usual and i hated it but it stopped my thoughts of him. The door opened and i could hear the footsteps. Every so often id view his contact information so i could remember him. “Ruby.” A voice said, I thought it was my boss and i freaked. No phones allowed and all. I looked up. It was him. It was him..! I was shocked. “Hey ;)” ( i have to do it this time... suave, chill...) “how can I help... you..?” I was being pretty chill, bursting into tears. I don’t do that often, but he’s so beautiful and... he shut me up. He embraced me. We caught up and.. “How long areyou staying?” I asked. “I tried to move here. I’m staying for a few months, hopefully.” I remembered I ghosted him. “I’m sorry about that.” He didn’t answer, he prolly didn’t care ngl. We sat in silence, because the silence between us was comforting in a way. The silence between us was so much more meaningful than useless conversation so between others. He takes my hand, and looks at me, then looks down. (This is it ;) ) “I need to ask you something...” he asks. “Anything.” 

... we stare at each other’s and he chuckles softly, as if embarrassed almost.

”are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?”